It’s Easter Sunday 2019. Despite Mayan predictions, 7 years post-apocalypse. 19 years post Y2K.
Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking……into the future.
Be here now. Live in the moment. The present is all we have. Mindfulness.
The spirit is tired. The mind races, on and on and on and on, around and around it goes, where it stops, nobody knows.
This is the dance of grief. Past memories, future emptiness. Present loneliness.
Answers and comfort desperately sought, never found. Temporary escape in sleep and the cycle repeats.
Clarity beckons, and facing our own humanity becomes secondary to the pain. More questions, no answers. It remains a mystery.
Since the beginning of time, humans have sought the answer. Depending on where you were born and who your parents were, you may think you have it. Your god is the right god, the only god. The way, the truth, the light. Right.
You follow the rules, you perform the rituals, you teach your children well. you live, you die, you get your just reward or punishment. What happens next? Who really knows?
All we truly know is our human condition, and making sense of that is difficult enough without speculating on the afterlife. Religion can help, or it can hurt, or both.
When John died, I considered myself an atheist. At age 50, I stopped using. Religion. I got clean and sober – from religion. Hi, I’m Margie, and I’m a religion addict. I’ve been clean for 9 years.
I gave up dogma, rules, smells, bells, sacraments, holy days of obligation, saints, stigmata, apparitions. Christmas, Ashes, palms, Easter, Advent. Purple, gold, white, green. Body and blood. Virgin births, 3 kings, angels, loaves, and fishes, silly stories. Gone. The papacy, clergy, canon law, commandments no longer ruled my life. Fear and shame, Satan and all his deceptions, be gone !
Rather than replacing my addiction with another, as addicts do, I reveled in the cloud of unknowing, found peace and harmony in nature, delved into self-discovery and being good without god. Life was good.
Fast forward 6 years to the beast of cancer, death and grief. Uninvited and unrelenting, the pain just refuses to pack up and leave me alone.
Without religion’s crutch, how’s a girl supposed to stand her ground against the tide of tears and uncertainty ?
Ask and you shall receive. Seek and you shall find. You had the power all along, you just didn’t know it.
The power is LOVE. Simple yet profound. No need to complicate it. It is what it is. No book required. Just believe.
I’m a believer.